You Want Sharks? This is how you get Sharks!

She giggled and tossed her ponytail over her shoulder proudly. "Thanks. I mean, I know - but it's still nice to hear some praise from a fan." Britney worried her lips together before taking another sip of her drink. "My tour just ended, actually. I'm taking some time off now - but that said, I'm a workaholic. If a venue has a stage, I'm going to wind up singing on it - even if it's just for one number."

He chuckled. Spoken like a true artist. If you had the cajones to get on stage and put yourself out there, you had to believe in yourself. "It was awesome. For real." He came closer getting himself some of the punch. "You just finished tour and you're still performing? You must be a workaholic. Do you got plans for your break?"

"Thank you, Riverdale! Thank you, and good night!" Britney Grande - an internationally-renowned pop star finished her set (it was one song) on a stage-like construction overlooking the dance hall to thunderous applause. However, whether they were applauding her singing or her skimpy little outfit was thoroughly up for debate. Either way, Britney was satisfied with herself and figured she'd earned a break; so, sauntering confidently down from the stage, she made her way to the punch bowl, smirking as the crowd parted for her all the way there. She filled herself a glass, lifted it to her lips, and took a smooth sip, humming with satisfaction as it went down her throat. Only then did she notice someone standing near her, clearly wanting her attention. "Hmm? What's up, sweetie? Do you want an autograph? A selfie, maybe?"

The sharks were against this idea, but the tornado was determined. He followed the singer to the drink table, nervously getting himself a drink. Clearly he wasn't as subtle as he was hoping. "Oh um yeah, yeah, no.. I mean yeah sure. I just wanted to tell you how cool that was. You're freakin' talented. Like how come you're at this party and not traveling the world singing and shit?"